"What's your reason?"

I don't know when it started. It seems that everything needs a decent reason, whether for a little psychological comfort or for some seemingly infinite scenery. It seems that with such a reason, everything I do has a reasonable support. It may be like an ancient nameless but still strong castle, which always needs heartfelt support. It's probably an inexplicable tone.

In other words, such a reason is an excuse and a dependence. Generally speaking, it feels like a knee pad or wrist pad worn during exercise, which should have some physiological functions, but it may more come from psychological habits.

There are thousands of things in life in Qian Qian, especially when standing at the crossroads of life to find the direction, it is probably a rare ability to find a suitable reason. After all, sometimes it seems that it may be more difficult to convince yourself than to convince others. At least in the face of where to go, as long as there is a supporting reason, it should be a kind of happiness. At least, it should be easier to find a reason to deceive others than to deceive yourself.

But there should be such things in life, things you have to do for no reason. This is an uncertain direction. It is also destined to be like a faint but not vague light under a lonely but flashing street lamp on a cold autumn night. At this embarrassing age when dreams and reality will collide, not knowing what to do may be the confusion of most people. At least, I'm normal now.

Come to think of it, everyone should do something different. And what others want to do, I naturally don't know much about it. For me, the thing I don't have to think about is to meet running and meet you.

But how much you run is more, and how much you run is less. It seems to be another unanswered question. Then run. I won't stop anyway. It should also be a good thing to wait until the end of running and stop to look back. As for meeting you, I don't seem to know clearly. When and where, after all, God can decide. Or she likes to throw dice.

I remember dreaming that I won a train ticket to Shanghai in a running activity some time ago. It was a futile thing to wake up. Just like when I was a child, I had countless dreams of digging for treasures. Once you open your eyes, you can only think about the ticket in your dream.

Later, I reported the horse. At present, I have no achievements in Malaysia. In the face of the hot draw rate of 30% in the Shanghai Marathon, I naturally didn't draw it. As a result, an unexpected sponsor activity won a lot of valuable entries. Naturally, for the domestic road race next to Beima, it is a dream event for everyone who loves running. I can't help thinking of the dreamlike dream that seemed within reach a few weeks ago. This should be the taste of modest dreams in your mouth, and it feels good.

In fact, it seems that dreams are like this, all the time. We can say that dreams shine into reality after success, or we can use the excuse that dreams are contrary to reality as an excuse after failure. Anyway, it is always a reason, and at hand, on my lips, there is not much energy consumption, which is gorgeous.

Anyway, now I enjoy doing things that I can do without a reason. Just like I like you, I miss you every second. No matter in the hot summer without you, or in the autumn of Beijing where mosquitoes are too cold to get up.

This should be doomed. I am destined to go through the same trajectory on the doomed road. Even if I toss it again, I will probably do it. This is my side for no reason.

Of course, I also want to find something else that I always need a reason to do. Don't need more, one is enough. Don't need too many people to understand. Persuading yourself to stick to it should be enough.

Maybe things to do in life should be divided into two categories, those that don't need a reason and those that need a reason. Doing these two things well will probably consume all my energy. So, do it.

So, this is the reason why I am so wordy as if there is no reason. What's your reason?

PS。

Now I still have two hours to post, breathing the cold and muddy air in Beijing in late autumn and listening to the noisy traffic coming and going on the North Fourth Ring Road. Imagine if the direction they are drifting away is the same as the road I am standing on now.

Busy days that seem to be idle are also articles that have words but seem to have nothing to say. Not bad. Now, I just finished writing it.

Little y doesn't drag his feet.